[Description]：[Turkey] Dilek Değerli
When the Cloud Perched to Mountain
At the lake time of swans
whiteness glided slenderly
from piano's keys.
In the morning's catching fire lights

Sophy Poetry Translation E-C

[Turkey]

When the Cloud Perched to Mountain

At the lake time of swans
whiteness glided slenderly
from piano’s keys.
In the morning’s catching fire lights
there was a tepid smoky movement
and a season of pouring fire.
Colorfull colts were falling
on me from the picture of ceiling.

The wind which could’nt perch to the mountain
gived up blowing
it found white keys
on the attic of the city, took sol*
and put it on my heart,
white sol became black like sharp,
wet eyed wounded colt
which could’nt fall from the ceiling.

When the cloud perched to mountain
on the late evening, the light of music shined
in the depths of the lake,
I saw all the colors on the swan.
At the end, black colt falled into my room
the wind began to blow
at the fragile of fall inside me.
As if pulse of time stop
with a scent of spring which was going mad.
the stone wall of sadness falled down.
When the sky entered inside of me
my pale window have filled with butterflies.
(Translated by Dilek Degerli)